Freestyle Sessions #5 Video (MV)

Yeah, one time for the famo
Aw yebo
Blood fam niggas represent
Coming from the South West
Yeah
Just had an argument with my girl
Now I'm taking my stress out on you
Your whole clique getting clapped, I'm not amused
With your wack raps, not even hits on planet Kat
You've been binge eating, crying over bitches, getting fat
You the jealous type, studied my style
Now tryna come at me
Claim to do drugs in your rhymes, you need therapy, instead
Comparison kills
I'm in your head
Living rent-free
See them punks, I make them go to sleep
Your two-down cousin whipped your ass
You called police
Yet you wanna act tough with me
How funny
This little sad, broken-hearted dude
Who exposed Kate's nudes
And he dropped out of school for a breakup
Without your granny's voodoo, you a bitch
This is shake-up
Lying to yourself that you made me
The same way you claimed to make Katekani's baby
Kid wake up
I should've left you hanging like your aunt's tits
Cause now this pussy think he got a tight grip
Tryna diss Lif
But she killed you on a feature
Got scared to record, cause your coffin was assured
On your own song
Kid you zim dollar strong
Tryna clash with the God, but your whole style's fraud
I take rappers like you, just to mop floors
Pussy gang, pussy gang, see how y'all click
Y'all do the scissor and rub on each other's clits
Huh
It's SMR, easy for fanatics
Went from serving the addicts to pushing weed in packets
If I take my shot in the guns, got a bad grip
I'll be slicing all bystanders who talk shit
Don't gotta beef with you kid, I put a hit out
You'll be dead by end of the week if you don't chill out
Huh the cypher freak
The heat will scorch your feats
When I spit out
I'm turning your girl on for real
She daydreaming, sucking my dick until I spill out
I'm ill with no medical aid, I'm out your range
Now kick out
That weirdo persona that we don't dig
Or your funeral will be five minutes and nothing big
Just you wrapped up in a plastic in a hole
Me and the shovel in warm clothes, cause it's cold
Cortez will be over your death before you know
And you'll resurrect into a pussy cause you a hoe
Yeah, it's gon' be what it's gon' be for real
You skating on thin ice, about to get killed
Nah, this isn't promo, don't get too hyper
You may think you live, but death's your ghostwriter
Peace, the world's mine and TS is my throne
I'd like to be left alone now
Ray
F*ck Clint Brotweni
F*ck you motherf*cker
F*ck Clint Brotweni
F*ck you motherf*cker
F*ck Clint Brotweni
F*ck you motherf*cker
F*ck Clint Brotweni
F*ck you motherf*cker
F*ck Clint Brotweni
F*ck you motherf*cker
Yeah, pussy niggas tryna mess with me huh
You should change your name to Clint Nywana
Clint Nywana
Pussy ass nigga
Freestyle Sessions
TS is my throne
All that claiming and lying, remember
You said you was gonna shoot me 2018, I haven't forgotten, I'm still waiting bro
Still waiting for you
Huh, pussy
Pussy